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It was already almost eight o'clock and the train was ten minutes late. She glanced anxiously at her watch, then back at the distant tunnel almost willing her train to arrive. "Could the first day of a new job GET much worse than this?" she pondered absently. Reaching into her bag she took out her pack of Marlboros, but before she could reach her lighter the train had finally appeared in the tunnel on its way to the cold platform on which she stood shivering.

With a sigh, she put her cigarettes back and waited for the train to come to a stop. With a hiss, it halted and she levered the icy cold metal handles to open the door. The inside of the train was no warmer than the air outside and she hurredly made her way down the aisle to a secluded compartment near the rear of the almost empty train. Sitting down she felt the coldness of the leather of the seat against the backs of her bare thighs and jumped a little.

In minutes she felt warmer and she unbuttoned the heavy coat she was wearing, placing it on the seat opposite. The train started to move slowly. Chugging. It was almost hypnotic and before she knew it she was dozing. The train continued its journey through fields and forests and she slept. Until she felt something brush against her leg startling her awake. Sitting opposite her was a young man, who was quite obviously enjoying the show....her head had come to rest against the window and her blouse twisted enough to reveal the curve of her smooth left breast. Realising she was awake, he coughed awkwardly, perhaps in embarassment and shifted in his seat. But he never took his eyes from her. She knew she should have felt uneasy. A stranger, sitting right there in front of her watching her sleep. But she didnâ€™t. Instead, much to her amazement it actually turned her on. She looked again at him and for the first time took in his fantastic looks.

His dark hair was cut short and his side burns trimmed neatly but it were his eyes that she was so taken by. Dark eyes. Mysterious eyes that seemed to almost stare through her. She shivered and he noticed, the corner of his mouth curling into a lopsided cheeky grin. He leaned forward and extended his hand. â€œHiâ€, was all he said. She took his hand and was surprised at how warm he felt, and how strong his grip was. "Hi", she replied. For a moment longer than was seen to be acceptable, they held hands smiling at each other, and she noticed his gaze fall once again on her cleavage. "It's a cold day.

You should be wrapped up" he said and he leaned forward and brushed the lapel of her thin blouse with the back of his hand. Being this close to him she could smell his aftershave, a musky, spicy intoxicating scent mingled with the sweetness of his skin. His smile widened. He seemed to be able to read her thoughts and moved his hand to trace the outline of her jaw. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying his soft touch. And opened them again when she felt his breath on her face. He began, silently, to kiss her jaw, her ears and the side of her neck and she realised they were still holding hands. Without thinking she turned her face to meet his lips and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together, a slow waltz quickly turning to a fast tango.

She leaned back in her seat and he stood right over her looking down into her blue eyes and lifted his right leg to come between her knees pushing them apart. He moved forward some more and the pressure his knee made on her secret place caused to her moan softly. She could feel her wetness beginning to saturate her panties, and the familiar throb of excitement in her swelling clit. She pushed forward against his leg and rubbed herself unashamedly, wanting so much for him to make contact with her tightness.

He started to lower himself into a kneeling position which made him at eye level with her now, and taking the hem of her knee length skirt he slid it upwards, immediately revealing her white sodden panties. He allowed a moan to escape his lips as he placed his open palm against her mound and felt the heat and moisture he had caused. He pressed down harder and she writhed beneath his hand, so desperately wishing the fabric of her panties was not an obstacle, and then gasped as he hooked a finger underneath and ran his finger up and down her slit. She was almost delirious by now, and tried to force herself harder against his hand, but it seemed nothing could increase the slow gentle rhythm he was using on her swollen clit which he had now found.

Teasingly, excruciatingly so, his forefinger moved over her clit, tiny circles, little taps as light as a feather, each one sending an electric shock through her body that enticed her closer and closer to the brink of no return. She wanted to touch himâ€¦wanted to pleasure him as much as he was her, so leaning forwards, stopping only once as her movement caused his finger to momentarily press harder on her throbbing bud, she reached out and unbuckled his belt.

With some difficulty, she managed to undo the stiff buttons on his jeans one by one, until all were undone, and from where she was sitting she could see he had chosen to go without under wear. She groaned when her fingers found what they sought, and the rigidness of his cock caused her pussy to seep at the thought of him inside of her. She slid her fingers completely around his shaft, taken by surprise at the sheer width and length of him, released him from the tight restrictive material and pulled back gently on his foreskin.

At this movement he moaned loudly, stopping what he was doing with his finger and rocking backwards, eyes closed as she began to pump him. Harder and faster, the tip becoming wet with moisture which she eagerly sat up in order to lick from him. He tasted sweet, slightly salty. She built up a rhythm, which he returned to match with his forefinger once again on her clit. Her hips moved in time with his hand and she watched his face as she stroked him endlessly, an indescribable look of pleasure in his eyes. He stared at her hand for a while watching her strokes, before focusing his gaze once again on the glistening folds of her pussy in which he was exploring.

Resting on his heels for a moment he looked at her and brought his finger to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste her sweetness on his fingers. She couldnâ€™t reach him now, so all she could do was clamp her legs tightly together, feeling the pressure build and build again inside her. Then, crouching down, he moved forward again, his head at her knees, his hands on her outer thighs moving inwards to part her once more. He moved his head between her spread legs and without hesitation began to lap feverishly at her swollen aching pussy. The tip of his tongue located with ease, her bud, that was so swollen it was almost painful, and he flicked it causing her to jolt back into her seat. Sucking and lapping with his experienced tongue and mouth he pleasured her, then gently at first, slid two fingers inside her as deep as they would go, feeling the wall of her cervix restrict him from exploring further. He began to twist his fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out of her while simultaneously tapping and swirling his tongue on her clit.

Soon enough he felt her muscles begin to spasm and the juices begin to flow freely over his tongue as he brought her to orgasm. She threw her head back as the first wave hit her and tried to close her legs around his headâ€¦.but, he had other ideas. As she was still cumming he stood and pulled her to her feet, holding her against him, knowing the orgasm was making her weak.

He turned her round and pushed her to bend with her hands on the leather seat she had been sitting in. She was starting to calm down now as he parted her legsâ€¦.she didnâ€™t utter a word, only a gasp as she felt his cock press against the outer lips of her spent pussy, then, in one quick movement he thrust his hips forwards and entered her. Her orgasm had left her tight, and the way in which she held him in a vice like grip made him cry out as he slammed into her. He could feel every ridge and bump of her pussy as he pounded her and then within no time at all he felt her starting to contract, her moans loudening to cries of sheer ecstacy as she came again with him deep inside her.

The sensation of her orgasm on his throbbing cock sent him over the edge, and with a cry he came so hard, spurting and jerking inside her that he collapsed against her back. She buckled beneath him until they were both on their knees, his stomach against her back, panting, still shaking from their pleasure. Finally, they calmed down, and he got up slowly and offered her his hand to pull her to her feet again. For the first time she stood before him looking into his dark eyes as he leaned down to kiss her lips softly, then moved away so that she could straighten her skirt and fasten the open buttons of her blouse. For the first time since boarding the train did she think about why she was here. In a moment of panic she turned to pick up her coat as the train slowed to a stop at her destination, grabbing her purse and making one last adjustment to her hair before turning to address him. Her dark eyed lover had gone.